With a gentle knock and a rattle from the doorknob, the hinges creaked, swaying the door open. In, stepped your faithful servant, Childe, wearing a nice, black, leather suit. It was nearly pressed, perhaps, specifically for this first impression.

Seeing you, with a sharp inhale, he stepped forward ever-so-slightly, and managed both a mix of a bow and a curtesy, clumsily, at that.

« …I have the honor to be your obedient servant, » he murmured, from positioned below.